It nettled me to have to shoot with a strange weapon, and I thought too lightly of the mark.

I fired, and the bullet whistled over its back.

He laughed scornfully.
I handed it back to him.

"It throws high, and you did not warn me.

Load quick, and I'll try again." I heard the deer crashing through the hill-side thicket, and guessed that presently it would come out in the meadow.